So, I'm on Act 4 of my pilot. There's light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, that just means the rewrite process will begin soon and that's pretty difficult its own bad self.
However, writing in restaurants leaves you with the opportunity to overhear other interesting denizens of this fine city--and shirk your own writing duties by writing down verbatim what was said.
INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT
A COUPLE enters, early 20's. He is in a shirt and tie, a bit husky and looking like he works as an assistant manager at Radio Shack. She is in a shirt and shorts and with a demeanor like Paris Hilton forced to mingle with the hoopleheads.
The Waitress arrives.
SHE: I'd like a Dasani.
WAITRESS: We don't have bottled water. Just regular.
SHE: Oh... (sigh) I guess I'll just have a Coke.
LATER
HE's ordered a cheeseburger, fries and ranch dressing for the fries. SHE's ordered a salad.
SHE: Why'd you order that? There's nothing healthy here.
HE: Then why did you want us to come here?
SHE: Why'd you get ranch? It's so fattening. You know I can see your chin expand every time you eat a fry.
HE: Why can't you just say anything positive.
SHE: Would you rather I tell you positive things about yourself, or the negative things, so you can fix them? It's hard for you to fix them if you don't know what they are.
He quietly seethes.
SHE: Is there some reason you're staring at me?
HE: (doesn't answer)
SHE: I'm sorry--speak when spoken to.
HE: I'm just mad.
SHE: I'm sorry I tell you the truth. I guess your friends don't.
The Couple are sadly drowned out by the arrival of an older, boisterous Philipino couple, of which the wife has the echo-y rasp of a life-long smoker.
As your faithful scribe exits Denny's, he sees the Couple still talking in the parking lot. He wonders when he will snap and put her head in a bowling ball bag. (Or maybe this scribe is just in his dark place.)
However, writing in restaurants leaves you with the opportunity to overhear other interesting denizens of this fine city--and shirk your own writing duties by writing down verbatim what was said.
INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT
A COUPLE enters, early 20's. He is in a shirt and tie, a bit husky and looking like he works as an assistant manager at Radio Shack. She is in a shirt and shorts and with a demeanor like Paris Hilton forced to mingle with the hoopleheads.
The Waitress arrives.
SHE: I'd like a Dasani.
WAITRESS: We don't have bottled water. Just regular.
SHE: Oh... (sigh) I guess I'll just have a Coke.
LATER
HE's ordered a cheeseburger, fries and ranch dressing for the fries. SHE's ordered a salad.
SHE: Why'd you order that? There's nothing healthy here.
HE: Then why did you want us to come here?
SHE: Why'd you get ranch? It's so fattening. You know I can see your chin expand every time you eat a fry.
HE: Why can't you just say anything positive.
SHE: Would you rather I tell you positive things about yourself, or the negative things, so you can fix them? It's hard for you to fix them if you don't know what they are.
He quietly seethes.
SHE: Is there some reason you're staring at me?
HE: (doesn't answer)
SHE: I'm sorry--speak when spoken to.
HE: I'm just mad.
SHE: I'm sorry I tell you the truth. I guess your friends don't.
The Couple are sadly drowned out by the arrival of an older, boisterous Philipino couple, of which the wife has the echo-y rasp of a life-long smoker.
As your faithful scribe exits Denny's, he sees the Couple still talking in the parking lot. He wonders when he will snap and put her head in a bowling ball bag. (Or maybe this scribe is just in his dark place.)
VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
Man1: .....so i try not to swear on the bus. i have morals these people don't.
Man2: so, when's your parole hearing.
Man1: tomorrow. if i miss it i'm back in for six months.